A treasury of English sonnets, ed. with notes by D.M. MainDavid M. Main 1880 |
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... hath clad the hill and eke the vale , The nightingale with feathers new she sings ; The turtle to her make hath told her tale . Summer is come , for every spray now springs , The hart hath hung his old head on the pale ; The buck in ...
... hath clad the hill and eke the vale , The nightingale with feathers new she sings ; The turtle to her make hath told her tale . Summer is come , for every spray now springs , The hart hath hung his old head on the pale ; The buck in ...
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... hath bound , But simple truth and mutual good - will Seeks with sweet peace to salve each other's wound ; There Faith doth fearless dwell in brazen tower , And spotless Pleasure builds her sacred bower . с EDMUND SPENSER 1552 ? -1599 ...
... hath bound , But simple truth and mutual good - will Seeks with sweet peace to salve each other's wound ; There Faith doth fearless dwell in brazen tower , And spotless Pleasure builds her sacred bower . с EDMUND SPENSER 1552 ? -1599 ...
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... Derived from that fair Spirit from whom all true And perfect beauty did at first proceed . He only fair , and what He fair hath made ; All other fair , like flowers , untimely fade . XXIV ( 88 ) LIKE as the culver on the 12 A Treasury of.
... Derived from that fair Spirit from whom all true And perfect beauty did at first proceed . He only fair , and what He fair hath made ; All other fair , like flowers , untimely fade . XXIV ( 88 ) LIKE as the culver on the 12 A Treasury of.
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... hath done : For only the sweet fruit of this sweet tree Can give food to my Love , and life to me . HENRY CONSTABLE 15551-1610 ? XXXVII NEEDS must I leave , and yet needs must I love ; In vain my wit doth paint in verse my woe : Disdain ...
... hath done : For only the sweet fruit of this sweet tree Can give food to my Love , and life to me . HENRY CONSTABLE 15551-1610 ? XXXVII NEEDS must I leave , and yet needs must I love ; In vain my wit doth paint in verse my woe : Disdain ...
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... hath all too short a date : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines , And often is his gold complexion dimmed ; And every fair from fair sometime declines , By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed ; But thy eternal summer ...
... hath all too short a date : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines , And often is his gold complexion dimmed ; And every fair from fair sometime declines , By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed ; But thy eternal summer ...
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Страница 40 - Love's not Time's Fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Страница 115 - Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew Thee from report divine and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame Hesperus with the host of Heaven came And, lo ! creation widened in man's view.
Страница 24 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses...
Страница 22 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Страница 34 - They that have power to hurt, and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others , are themselves as stone , Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow ; They rightly do inherit heaven's graces, And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces , Others but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die...
Страница 39 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Страница 96 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
Страница 130 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Страница 21 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Страница 143 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...